Tuesday, October 21, 2014
FALLEN SON, DARKEST NIGHT by Melissa A. Petreshock
After four millennia of waiting for change, the Mother Goddess sees no other recourse but to summon Theo Pendragon to perform his sacred duty as one of the Dracopraesi, imprison her only son in the Underworld, and save her people.
Given the vast destruction Dante has caused in the Earthen Realm, Theo is prepared to fulfill Dana's request without hesitation, but when confronted with unexpected events and a plea for mercy, will the dragon find him worth redemption, or is it too late for this dark soul to seek forgiveness?
FALLEN SON, DARKEST NIGHT is a short story companion to FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS (Stars and Souls Book 1). Three thousand years before Caitriona Hayden is even born, Dante's actions and Theo's decision impact the destiny that awaits them all.
Melissa A. Petreshock is a full-time writer and member of the Romance Writers of America with past experience in the medical and educational fields, though she has primarily devoted her adult life to raising a family. Born and raised in Kentucky, Melissa spent a number of years in Massachusetts, living outside Boston and in Springfield before returning to her home state where she now resides on a small farm. She enjoys quiet married life and the silliness of her three children, indulging hobbies of music, Zumba, and a minor television addiction in what little free time she finds. Melissa’s interests include causes demanding social change such as mental health awareness and teen suicide prevention. FIRE OF STARS AND DRAGONS is her debut NA Fantasy Romance novel.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Deja Vu Blogfest 2014
In 2011 and 2012 DL Hammons used a rather unique Blogfest to help him readjust to blogging after the turmoil of WRiTE CLUB, so he think it's time to resurrect it again. He recruited me to help coordinate things, and I'm so happy to do so!
Want to know one of our pet peeves about the way our blogosphere operates? You can miss some really awesome posts if you need to be away for a while and unable to keep up with your favorite blogs. While busy writing and editing and marketing, and while WRiTE CLUB was going on for DL, we’ve probably missed hundreds of quality posts. Anybody who participated in the A to Z Challenge in April certainly missed some truly outstanding posts because of the impossibility of trying to keep up while writing a post a day. It’s really hard to rebound when things get like that, so what we've both resorted to is simply picking up with everybody’s latest post. You know what that means? A post about the signing of an agent…missed! A book contract finalized…missed! A cry for help..missed! A birth announcement…missed! Some other special event in a bloggers life…gone!
It’s for this reason in 2011& 2012 DL hosted the Déjà vu Blogfest, and before that it was the BLOG RECYCLE STATION. Well, we’ve decided to turn this blogfest into an annual event. So we’d like to announce…
On December 19th, anyone who decides to take part will re-post their favorite blog offering from earlier in the year, or one that you believe failed to receive the exposure it deserved. So please sign-up to participate with Mr. Linky below, then shout out to all of your blogging friends and encourage them to sign up as well. Take the badge above and plaster it everywhere, blogging graffiti gone wild. Tweet about it (#dejavu2014) and post the picture on Instagram. Then on December 19th as the day unfolds and everyone hops from one blog to another, what they will be reading is the best of the best (as determined by you) from this 2014. The blogosphere will be chock full 2014 writing brilliance! Encouragement, enlightenment, knowledge, bared souls, stimulation, hilarity, insecurities, success stories! All on display…the very same day. And it couldn't be any easier to take part...no writing necessary!
Sign up on the Linky Tool below and start looking through those old posts!
Friday, October 17, 2014
Every year, the wonderful Ash Krafton organizes a Fall into Fantasy giveaway. This year, there are so many prizes, including WOMAN OF HONOR by me. :D
I do hope you'll enter the giveaway and best of luck!
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There are other giveaways too. Check out the rest at Ash's site. What are you waiting for? Go ahead and enter!
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Honor. Truth. Loyalty. Love. All of these matter most to Sir Gerald. To avenge his love's death, he challenges her murderer to a duel. Her twin, however, feels that Alice never loved Gerald and gives him a tea. Alice had also given him teas, which enhanced his love for her, but this tea is different. This tea sends him to into the future, to the Regency era.
Lady Vanessa seeks a Christmas treat when she hears something outside the manor. Upon investigation, she sees a man dressed in armor. Unwilling to turn away a confused man with the approaching holiday, she convinces her parents to house Gerald until the new year.
Scandal has forced her parents to accept William as their daughter's best chance at marriage. Although rich, he does not understand her or her love of books and only sees her for her looks, whereas Gerald listens to her, confides in her and she him. With the approaching holiday, nothing is certain – not whether Gerald can discover a way back to his duel, whether he can move on from Alice, and not whether this Christmas will be a happy one for either Gerald or Vanessa.
Honor. Truth. Loyalty. All noble. All good.
Most of the time.
Sir Gerald sharpened his blade, the clashing sound of metal on metal, the sparks flying pleasing him. He had never dueled before, but a few hours' time and that would change.
Blood pounded through him, hot and steady, a constant reminder of all he still had and all his love had lost.
"I can do that," Edwin said. Shadows from the flickering flames within the smithy covered his hand that reached toward the sword.
Gerald merely glared at his squire. Competent, yes, if a tad overeager. "I do believe I told ye several times now that your services are not required this day."
"I will not leave ye." Edwin lifted his chin. A gesture of both defiance and loyalty at the same moment.
"The blade willna sharpen more." The blacksmith picked up a hammer. Evidently some aspect in the fire told him the temperature now burned hot enough to temper new weapons.
With a great deal of reluctance, Gerald handed the fourteen-year-old his sword.
The blacksmith nodded and returned to his work.
The smithy felt like the gate to Hell, the heat immense and growing ever hotter. Still, Gerald did not move, mesmerized by the licking, greedy flames. It had been a fiery night when he first met her. Ever since, he stopped by the smithy daily, paused whenever he saw a flame, and lingered by the dying embers of his campfires.
It was she who necessitated his duel.
"Are ye certain about this?" Edwin asked.
A question the boy had asked many a time after Gerald laid down the gauntlet.
"Quite." Ever his reply. How could he not? As a knight, duty dictated his actions.
"But…" Edwin shifted his weight from side to side. Always boundless energy. His tongue never stopped wagging. It could cause him trouble down the cobbled road if never did he learn to appreciate silence.
For now, at least, Gerald would humor him. "Go on."
"Ye and she… Ye were not even promised to one another."
True, but in their hearts they were. The problem lay with that, that and jealousy.
Gerald filled his broad chest with a strong inhale. "One day, ye will understand. Honor, truth, and loyalty will only get ye so far. Love, though, it lifts ye up, alters your very outlook on life, changes your life itself. Love is all that matters."
The hammering stopped. Although the smithy was loud and prone to echo, Gerald and Edwin had long ago learned how close to be, how loud to speak to be heard despite it. The silence now prevailing in the smithy unnerved Gerald far more than the prospect of dying that late afternoon.
Almis the blacksmith grunted. "Love be not so grand. Love be trouble." His dark eyes fixed on Gerald. "Love be death."
"Death is release," Gerald countered. Perhaps death would be best. Not that Victor would grant him a merciful one.
"Sir Gerald will not fall."
Edwin's confidence lifted a small smile to Gerald's lips. "Is my armor ready?"
The red-haired boy jumped up. "A-almost!" He scampered away, out of the smithy faster than a hare chasing its supper.
The redness of the flames only served to remind Gerald of blood, and he turned away, for once finding no comfort here, wishing for mead to swallow instead of his sorrows.
The dings and clangs resumed, its steady beat almost matching his steady heartbeat. No matter what the outcome, he would do all he could. She, and her memory, deserved that much.
She who never should have felt the sharp end of a blade. She who never stepped near such a place as this. With its burning stove and already forged weapons hanging on the walls, the smithy proved as dangerous as any duel ground. Mayhap a second weapon would not be remiss. Bow and arrows would be less than worthless. A spear or lance, though...
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
I'm so excited for my first preorder that I just have to have a giveaway for it! Email me at Nicole.Zoltack@gmail.com with proof of your preorder and be entered to win a $25 Amazon gift card! Depending on entries, the prize will be doubled - a $50 gift card!!!
Go ahead and enter and feel free to spread the word about the contest! Remember, the more entries, the better the chances of the prize doubling!